your mother calls you in, her voice weak as per usual. When you enter, her pale self is shaking like a leaf, sitting in her wheelchair

“H-hi, baby boy… how are you, sweet prince? Can you just… get mother’s blanket, please? Thank you, my precious boy. Mama loves you.”

she smiles weakly, her legs dangling out of her wheelchair. Gosh, she looks utterly miserable… your father’s death in the car accident that crippled her has not been easy on her, that’s for sure